I Swear This Is Legal [Closed-FINISHED]

Low's ears perked up as he leaned in, "Well? Go on, I'm listening." His eyes were wide and expectant as a grin spread across his face.

Upon hearing Midnight's name dropped, Low's smile disintegrated and his eyebrow arched into a look of cold curiosity. In a serious tone, he asks, "So you do know Midnight. I thought the two of you would blend well. Tell me, what is your opinion of her?" Low kept his poker face up, but behind it, thoughts raced through his mind. Before he could make any judgments though, he had to know just how deep their relationship went.

Hearing her description of Midnight, several question came to the forefront of Low's thoughts.  He couldn't help but feel like Spirit was thinking exactly what Low was thinking at the time that Midnight seduced him, that she was the first pony to have ever shown any sort of attraction to him, treated him like a stallion with feelings...and then it all came crashing down when he proved himself to be an unsatisfactory lay.  He wondered whether or not Midnight was playing Spirit as well, manipulating her thoughts and desires with empty promises of love and ecstasy only to throw her out when her purpose was served.  Another thought took hold, though; what if Midnight truly did care about Spirit?  If that were the case, then Low knew what the answer to this question would be, "Has she told you about two stallions that she knows, Arid and Defiant?"

Low noticed that she had started to get tipsy, but made a mental note that she was a teetotaler and shrugged off his suspicions. She would definitely be needing somepony to walk her home. He returned to what he had so far: Spirit was informed that Midnight had two special someponies, and yet their relationship still continued. He wasn't sure how she would take this, but Low asked anyway, "And you are perfectly alright being her c-...mistress?" Sighing internally, he thanked Celestia that he had managed to stop himself from saying "concubine" instead. Very few mares would take that very well.

Despite his neutral look, Low internally facepalmed. Surely, a mare as well-traveled as Spirit would know what a mistress is? Frustrated, he decided to spell it out for her, "Look at it this way, if Midnight was forced to choose between her stallions and you, whom do you think she would pick? She may like you as a friend and will probably share you with Arid and Defiant, but she will never belong to you though you may belong to her." He pushes himself away from the counter and picks up a polishing glass in his magic, "I don't expect you to dump her, that is your own choice to make. However, one has to wonder just how much you actually mean to her..."

Low looked to the two stallions and suddenly it all clicked. The shit-eating grins, the confidence, coincidentally knowing just when to step in...Spirit wasn't just drunk, she was drugged. Low flashed a glance at the bouncers, whom were already looking his way. Instead of calling them over, he simply turned back to look at the two stallions.

As much as he distrusted Midnight, he had to admit that she knew a few tricks, tricks which he planned to put to use right now. Mentally reciting the first spell she taught him, the magic coursed through his horn but no light was produced. He then used his telekinesis to pick up the two glasses he had been polishing and levitated them gently and slowly from under and behind the counter, around the side until they were behind the stallions' heads without them noticing. Placing his forelegs on the counter, he rested on his elbows and clopped his hooves together in a pose one would expect from an employer about to fire somepony, "I respect your enthusiastic samaritanism, gentlestallions, but cut the shit. All four of us now what you two want to do with her, and I'm afraid I can't allow you two to take her home. So, if you don't mind...kindly get the fuck out of my bar."